Listening to the gossip, the eight sisters were so angry that their faces turned white, but unfortunately they couldn't refute it, facts speak louder than words, the five sisters went together, and used the immortal weapon five times in a row, but they were all blocked by the demon birds.

It doesn't matter if the demon bird didn't hurt a single one, it was expected to start in half an hour, but it didn't even hold up for three minutes.

Don't let anyone complain?

"Okay, hurry up and form a formation, be careful that these demon birds chase and kill, the sisters-in-law have run out of energy in the tank, in case they are counter-sneak attacked, it will be over!" Di Cheng persuaded him, urging the clansmen to form a Heavenly Punishment Formation as soon as possible and step forward to stop the twenty-one demon birds.

Di Cheng was originally a sincere sentence, but it was different in the ears of the eight sisters, thinking that he was complaining that the eight sisters were doing a disservice.

The time to eat a full meal was not earned, but it dragged them down, and they needed to divide their energy to protect.

The old Gao Lao Gao, who pouted one by one, was about to refute a few words, but was stunned by a look from the wind chimes.

Five depleted people sat on top of the flagpole, and the other three stood outside to surround them, holding immortal weapons in their hands, guarding against the sneak attack of demon birds.

The five sisters glanced at each other, although they were unwilling, but they sat on the ground and calmed down, and they also knew that it was impossible for the demon birds to be as afraid of immortal weapons as before, after all, they had already found a way to deal with the phoenix immortal arts.

"Sister, the demon bird has found a way to deal with the immortal weapon, so won't we be able to go out to find the treasure of heaven and earth in the future?" Jin Hairpin asked worriedly.

"Still looking for heaven and earth? Whether you can save your life in the future is a matter of words! The silver bracelet looked at the red paw as blood, and wanted to throw it away in a fit of anger, but when he remembered the previous majestic history, he was reluctant to throw it away.

"What are these words? As long as the immortal weapon is in hand, which demon bird dares to approach? Feng Chime retorted, signaling the four of them to have a good rest and recover as soon as possible, so as not to drag down the Beidi team.

One by one, they hurriedly swallowed the golden mushrooms, practiced the exercises with their hearts, and replenished the energy liquid in the Ding Jar. Feng Chime was depressed lying on the top of the flagpole, looking down, only to see Zhen Xiaoyao like a nobody, holding the purple mandarin bone pattern where to concentrate on cultivating the purple mandarin magic technique.

Feng Chime suddenly remembered that Zhen Xiaoyao slapped his ass with the Purple Mandarin Mandarin Probe Claw Divine Technique before, at that time, he didn't eat the flesh and blood of heaven and earth or demon birds, and he didn't have to brew two or three times to succeed like he did when dealing with Shi Yingyue before.

With just a wave of his hand, the purple mandarin duck claw probing magic technique fell on him, and it was neither light nor heavy, and he was very well proportioned.

You must know that the Purple Mandarin Mandarin Exploration Claw Divine Technique is a first-class killing move, and a slight mistake may smash a hundred-meter giant tree.

But Zhen Xiaoyao used it very casually, just like eating and bathing as he wanted-could it be that this guy buried his head in hard practice every day, didn't listen to things outside the window, and only cultivated the Purple Mandarin Divine Technique, and he actually successfully cultivated the Purple Mandarin Divine Technique in just ten days!

This is an unprecedented cultivation genius, if I let him teach me the Purple Mandarin Divine Technique-by the way, I will use the Peacock Sacred Technique to activate the immortal weapon, and the Phoenix Immortal Claw can deal with the combination of the four divine birds of purple, platinum and green, or the combination of eight holy birds.

If Zhen Xiaoyao used the Purple Mandarin Divine Technique to activate the immortal weapon, the power would not be doubled? Is it capable of overturning the Four Gods and Eight Saints Combined Strike Team?

If you guess correctly, then as long as there is Zhen Xiaoyao, a cultivation genius, in the future, won't the eight sisters still sit back and relax?

Feng Chi'er was about to ask Zhen Xiaoyao loudly, asking him if he had really successfully cultivated the Purple Mandarin Divine Technique, but just as he was about to speak, he thought that there were demon birds all around, in case they heard it, it would not work when he showed his hole cards to sneak attack in the future.

This kind of thing has to go down to him and ask him quietly, with his low-key character, even if he knows the Purple Mandarin Divine Technique, I'm afraid he will deny it.

Wind Chimes forgot that the energy in his cylinder had been exhausted, and secretly flew down the flagpole. When you step on the air, you can't fly, so you fall straight down.

Listening to the wind in his ears getting louder and louder, the wind chimes finally became anxious, and shouted loudly and anxiously: "Brother Xiaoyao, help!" The four sisters on the top of the flagpole heard the sound of the wind chimes for help, and opened their eyes suddenly, and there was no figure of the wind chimes around.

A bad thought arose in my heart, wondering if the wind chimes should fall, right? Lying on the top of the flagpole and going down, I saw the wind chimes crying next to the flagpole with their teeth and claws, and I was already so frightened that I lost my face, and even tears came out in a hurry.

The four sisters also knew that only Zhen Xiaoyao could save her, so they shouted with a big throat: "Big brother Xiaoyao wake up, the wind chimes accidentally rolled down, you catch her quickly!" ”

"The energy in her ding tank is exhausted, and she will definitely become a pulp if she falls!" Ye Congwen held the purple mandarin bone pattern in his hand, and was pretending to practice the purple mandarin magic technique that had already been established in his chest, but the purpose was just not to interfere in the affairs of the eight sisters.

Now that the switching formation has been taught to the ten teams, as long as they are not hot-headed and want to fight to the death with the demon birds, with their running speed, the possibility of Shi Xiuxiu and the three of them catching up with them is zero.

Wouldn't it be nice to hide behind the Beidi clan or other clans and practice the Golden Ring Binding Technique with peace of mind?

Who knows, people are not as good as heaven, this old girl doesn't know which way to go crazy, and she dares to jump down when the energy of the Ding tank is exhausted, if she still pretends to be stupid, in case she falls into a pulp, how can she explain to her grandfather's military advisor?

Stuffed the purple mandarin bone pattern into his pocket, and reached out to catch the wind chimes in a panic. Falling from a height of 100 meters, if it is changed to the size of Shi Yingyue, I am afraid that I will have to use some means.

Wind Chimes, a man as thin as wood, as light as seventy or eighty pounds, spread his hands and feet apart, like a kite, and was almost blown away by the wind.

With a light grab, he grabbed the wind chimes in his hand, and asked puzzledly: "Why did you commit suicide by jumping off a cliff?" ”

"Who committed suicide by jumping off a cliff? I wanted to come down to talk to you, but I suddenly forgot that I ran out of energy in the tank and couldn't fly in the sky, so I fell down. Feng Chime hugged Ye Congwen's arm and said that he would not let go, the Beidi team ran so fast, once he let go and fell to the ground, he would have to be rescued by his sisters, which would damage the image of the eldest sister.

"Oh, I see, I thought you didn't keep your promise, and I was so ashamed that I wanted to die to apologize."

"Humph! I am not related to their Beidi team, helping them is a favor, and it is my duty not to help them. If you win, you will hold on for a while, and if you can't win, you will stop the loss in time, what is my crime? My duty is to help you protect the Demon Exorcism Banner, and I don't owe them anything, if you hadn't asked our sisters to help them, would I have risked my life to fight with twenty-one demon birds? ”

"Can I be blamed for this? The lesser of both worlds, if you weren't hot-headed and came up with ideas, I would have used you to get on? Think about it yourself, the demon birds have already found a way to deal with the immortal weapons, if we were besieged by the demon birds on the way to find the treasures of heaven and earth, you eight sisters still have a life? Ye Congwen heard Feng Chime'er attribute the reason to himself, and retorted without thinking about it.

Feng Chime was stunned, it seemed to be such a reason, if he didn't talk much, then Di Cheng wouldn't hit the snake with the stick, and rely on our eight sisters.

However, it is impossible for the little fairy to admit her mistake, especially in front of a man like Zhen Xiaoyao, who is not good-looking. He grimaced at Zhen Xiaoyao, stuck out his tongue, and immediately changed the topic: "Brother Xiaoyao, I seem to have seen you practicing the Purple Mandarin Divine Technique just now, after so much time, haven't you learned that Purple Mandarin Bird Exploration Claw Divine Technique?" ”

"What do you mean you haven't learned? The purple mandarin man's magic is profound and complex, mysterious and unpredictable, how can it be practiced in a few decades? Ye Congwen knew that these eight sisters were all hob meat, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he took care of him, and he didn't bother to argue with Feng Chime.

"Hehe, it must have been decades for us Saint Bloodline people to learn it, could it be that you peerless geniuses of Immortal Bloodline who cultivate the Purple Mandarin Divine Technique are the same as us?"

"Immortal bloodline? Who is the Immortal Bloodline? Ye Congwen asked blankly.

"Brother Xiaoyao, you're so boring! Sister Ling'er pretended to be stupid. Feng Chime lay on Zhen Xiaoyao's back as usual, put her head to his ear and whispered: "Brother Xiaoyao, don't worry, your father is the prince of the Nanban royal family, and your mother is the princess of the Xuanyuan royal family, I have never told others." Even the seven sisters who played with me the best, I didn't reveal half a word. You still can't trust me? Ye Congwen slowed down suddenly, almost throwing off the seven sisters on the top of the flagpole, and after the seven sisters finished complaining, they asked puzzledly, "Where did you hear that?" ”

"Such a thing at a glance, with my wind chimes's ingenuity, do you still need to listen to others? If you know how to use the Golden Body Technique, it proves that you are a descendant of the Southern Barbarian royal family, but if you don't dislike me calling Di Cheng a barbarian, it proves that you grew up in our Great Xia since you were a child. If you don't go to such a good cultivation holy place as the Nanban Palace, but stay in Great Xia to cultivate, and your father doesn't object, then it proves that your cultivation place in Great Xia will not be worse than the Nanban Palace. In the entire Great Xia Dynasty, the only cultivation holy places comparable to the Nanban Palace were the Taoist Ancestral Garden, the Buddhist Relic Pagoda, and the Xuanyuan Palace. Taoism has not had a saint for hundreds of years, Buddhism is all monks, and there is only Xuanyuan Palace. Brother Xiaoyao, you are too low-key, the owner of the immortal bloodline, you actually use a Bifang Holy Technique to hide people's eyes. Feng Chi'er quietly said his speculation, and looked at Ye Congwen with a smug face, silence is acquiescence, and argument is sophistry.

The princess of the Xuanyuan royal family, the prince of the Nanban royal family, the prince and the princess had an affair and gave birth to a son of immortal blood?

How big does this brain have to be to come up with such a vulgar drama? It's a waste of talent for Feng Chime not to write dramas.

Ye Congwen pondered for a moment, and when he saw Feng Chime'er showing a smug smile, he simply followed her train of thought and made it up: "What's the use of flowing immortal blood?" Grandma doesn't love what my uncle doesn't love, both sides don't want to practice the Heavenly Rank Immortal Arts, I don't practice Bifang Holy Arts, is it possible that I don't practice anything? ”